I have been thinking, all day, of last evening. Why should I care? But I do! Oh! Perhaps you were very tired. I believe you did not want to come here. Why did you come? Why, oh why can't I stop thinking of you? Because I love you and I am afraid - more than you love me. Rehearsal and preparation for the sale have brightened my spirits.

SIGNIFICANCE OF COLORS - IV: Pink is used for girl babies, for, being a shade of red, it denotes life-giving function, and less stability than blue. Red, with its virility, blue with its stability, and white to separate them are the flag's best colors. Brunettes should wear warm colors; blondes should avoid green, while red heads demand grey, blue, and green.

"For lack of gold she left me." How many times did you read that hateful poem? For lack of love you left me without a kiss. Yes, you touched my hand tonight. But why didn't you hold me close to you? I cut my finger when you pulled the book from my hands. No comforting words. No good night kiss when you could have touched my lips. For a moment, I thought I would break down before you. Thank God that I did not! But I don't care! Oh! How sweet the hurried kiss Sunday evening and I have waited for another until this evening.

Mother took me to Dr. Anders the evening before school. And after school J. walked to the drug store with me. It thrills me just to be near you.

SIGNIFICANCE OF COLORS - III: Violent means dignity. It is therefore used by elderly people, clergy, church an royalty. Rose denotes martyrdom. Blue is for cold stability; the darker the blue, the more stable - the dark blue uniform of the navy. Baby blue, although still cold, is warmer, because the newness of a boy baby entitles it to warmth.

You worked until 9:15. You hurried too, so you could meet me at 9:50. If I had asked you not come to meet me you would have come anyway - you say. Because? Why must banks be open on Monday and Friday evenings. Eliz. and I walked down to the cars to meet you. There is all day Tuesday and all day Wednesday before I can have even a tiny kiss. God speed then!

Company's alright, but why couldn't Irving leave sooner? Why, oh why do the DeVoe's come in on Sunday evening to bring butter and eggs? * And you thanked me. And after your glass of water I had one little kiss, not another until Wednesday. I am glad we want to church though. *

* Here, she has inserts shorthand, which I believe is "I love you" written once in the middle, three times at the end.

SIGNIFICANCE OF COLORS - II: Red, unless properly subdued, can make fur fly! It is the dynamic color of life, typifies blood and vigor, hence the term "flaming youth." Black is the end or death. White means the beginning of things as in birth and marriage robes. Gold is glory and power. Saffron is the confessor's color.

The longest day I have ever known. Poor John. It was very sweet of you to take me to see "It" and the fashion show when you didn't want to see the show! You hope that you can keep that ring there forever. You can, John, you can. So - six years from now you hope to be kissing me and holding me in your arms as you have tonight.

You are very glad I did not go to the country! I am too! Even if we do nothing, I am happy when I am with you. I like for you to be very near me. Looking back, six years seems like a short time, but it's seeming very, very long, looking ahead. Those thoughts that are so dear to you and that you will never forget, you will tell me six years from now? Why six?

TO STOP BLEEDING: Put your finger on the point that is bleeding and keep it there. Once your finger pressure is put on, there is no immediate danger and a doctor can tend to the rest.

You always want to come in! And I always want you to. But it cannot be every evening. You hope that I will not go to the country tomorrow. A penny for your thoughts. Worth much more than that to you? I, too, have had the same thought? And you will tell me about six years from now. John, what were you thinking? What will we be doing six years from now? 6 years from now March 22, 1933.

Context

This is the journal of Virginia Lee Scott, my grandmother, written when she was seventeen and first dating my grandfather, John Arnold Wilson. It's a dairy published by Media Drug Stores and includes space for two entries per day, with facts about the era printed at the bottom, which I have included in italics. Following, 1928, is the journal of John Arnold Wilson, my grandfather, at age nineteen and in love with my grandmother, followed by my grandmother's journal in 1931.​